There is one family where this blessed Science has been the help and stay of mother and little ones for nearly four years. There are five boys, less than fourteen years of age. The mother, with the help of Truth, does the work,—sewing, washing, ironing, and mending for all. She spends one day in each week in the Dispensary; attends the Wednesday meeting, and Sunday services, besides demonstrating among friends and neighbors. The thought is that all is done in God's strength, as reflected by His child in His time and His way, and these little ones are early learning the nothingness of all but the Good. They settle many of their little differences among themselves; and the innocent, sincere, "Never mind, Eddie, it's all right," makes smooth the places where mistakes, and beliefs of accidents and hurts sometimes occur.
A little brother, now four years old, in playing, ran into a barbed-wire fence, and his cheek was badly cut in three places; one place being laid open, making a ragged, irregular wound. The blood flowed profusely, filling in the neck of his apron at once. A neighbor, very much frightened, brought him in; his mother took him, washed off the blood, seeing only the perfect child of God's creating, that is never reached by accident, that is always perfect and harmonious—the image and likeness of God. The sight that met her material gaze, and that seemed so real to the neighbor, was no more to her than a dream,—I mean, no more to her then than it is now, three weeks later, when all trace of a wound is gone.
The mother had no fear of suffering; she knew the healing power of Truth; she knew at that moment that it was really nothing, that all power was in God, and that Truth, the comforter, that Jesus promised us in the 14th chapter of John, should come and abide with us, and she had found it many times before to be "A very present help" in time of need.— Eau Claire, Wis.
